Moth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

why don't they give up?

Sit in the dark, quiet room -

Light spilling in -

From only the window and distant street.

 

Sickly gold pervading and reflecting around -

Desolate urban panoramas of decay and emptiness.

 

Bask in

The dying glow

Always about to extinguish.

 

The gentle taper of jaundice.

 

Moths gather and shroud it further,

Floating, singing, playing.

 

They know best don't they?

Always reaching, looking -

For light -

No matter the cost.

 

They would do anything for it.

 

And here you sit,

Guarding gates to  nothing,

Palming any that come near your dark corner.


Submitted: August 30, 2014

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